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Below is the review by John Tooby of Janet Browne's bio Vol II of Darwin from
the NY Times. I take it Tooby is the sociobiologist. This review is both the
'usual stuff' and at the same time a remarkably biased bit of 'Darwin Promo'
in action. I am surprised at the sheer brazenness of Darwinists.
http://www.nytimes.com/2002/10/06/books/review/06TOOBYT.html
It should be said at once that this question as to why Darwin was so
celebrated while his 'theory' ('my theory', as he put it) was rejected is, of
course, open to rival interpretations, but surely far simpler than Tooby
would have us believe. Convinced Darwinists seem to be almost dense on this
point. Surely the quite simple answer is that Darwin's emphasis on evolution
struck the public as correct, while the theory to explain evolution was
obviously limited, still hypothesis unverified in the fossil record, and
fraught with implications demanding a higher order of demonstration, rather
than the lesser than has now come into existence after Darwinists have made
their media comeback from the turn-of-the century 'eclipse' they complain of
so loudly. Surely Tooby is aware of the history of that eclipse, based as it
was on sound difficulties, difficulties have and will always remain invariant
to the question of evolution, even after the genertic revolution, or
especially thereafter.
It is simply a confused distortion of the record to consider that not only
the public but most of Darwin's peers correctly saw problems with his theory.
It is only comparatively recently that the heavy promotion of Darwinism has
made this seem some obstinate error of wishful thinking. This current luxury
of Darwinist domination, so heavily taken for granted by sociobiologists (and
others!) would do well to recover an intelligent skepticism such as was there
from the first in those who saw the issues perhaps more clearly than we do
now.
Let it be said, amidst this normative promo style of the current regime,
THERE ARE PROBLEMS with Darwin's theory. Problems or not, verification of the
record is still insufficient to prove the case. The rise of developmental
genetics has shown that ongoing critics such as Lovtrup were correct, even as
the Darwinist camp changes its story, without blinking.
The endless mistatements of what Darwin proposed versus what Darwin actually
proved is evident in the review, and we have nothing resembling the talisman
of metaphysical omniscience claimed in such statements as this, from the
review::
______quote
He used this new logic to span three seemingly unbridgeable metaphysical
chasms. He showed how selection united the nonliving and the living, the
nonhuman and the human, and the physical and the mental into a single fabric
of intelligible material causation. If one could accept the price, the prize
was a principled explanation for the history and design of all life.
Unacceptably, this included the architecture of the human mind, all that now
remained of the soul: our cherished mental life was a naturally selected
product of organized matter, just one downstream consequence of the uncaring
immensities of time and chance. The mind with its moral sense was taken out
of the authoritative domain of clerics and philosophers. For Darwin, the
responsibility for its investigation would be in the hands of evolutionary
psychologists, of which he was the first.
________endquote
Darwin did NOT show how natural selection bridged life and non-life. That
remains a great conundrum. Darwin did NOT show, via natural selection, how
evolution bridged the human and non-human. The nature of man is barely known
to man himself, a theory of his evolution is almost beyond his powers. We
don't even have a theory of consciousness, let alone a theory of its
evolution. Nor do we have a fossil sequence that definitively tells us what
the facts are. How then can we be sure natural selection is the mechanism?
HOW? Current sociobiologists simply declare these things to be true without
demonstration. Darwin did NOT resolve the question of the soul. He was a
nineteenth century materialist influenced by the postivisim of Comte, and
much else, and simply declared the problems of soul solved by being reduced
out of existence.
The question of the soul is and remains a still unanswered question, beside
which millennia of men such as the Buddhist declare, without wishful
thinking, the existence of an intangible 'soul' factor. The declaration by
fiat that Darwin resolved this is a gross form of scientific ignorance.
Darwin did NOT resolve the question of the architecture of the human mind.
Even the barest glance at a standard sutra of yoga would leave one to suspect
the reductionist account is a tissue of positivistic wishful thinking. It is
simply baffling that Darwinists should in the name of science be so
provincial on such questions, and so obsessively so, desperately so as in
this review.
Darwin did NOT take the issue of the moral sense out of the hands of clerics
and philosophers. One might almost wish he had, but he did NOT. The current
sociobiological attempt to model the evolution of ethics is one of the most
puzzling pieces of unverified ad hoc speculation, all too obviously designed
to patch the desperate problem natural selection has with the moral sense!
Darwinism can't explain it, and it has not verified the actual way in which
this sense evolved in fact.
Even a cursory historical analysis, from a secularist viewpoint, can show
that historical evolution all too clearly shows something else to be
involved, as Huxley himself clearly grasped. Huxley is done a disservice
here. He saw at once both the value and the problem with Darwin's theory. He
deserves respect for that reason.
Finally , we are told the 'responsibility for the investigation of this moral
sense is to be in the hands of evolutionary psychologists.
Aha, now I have got it. The sociobiologists are morally indignant at the
klutzes who don't buy their ideological usurpation of the 'theory'. Tooby
seems to suggest we are aberrant if we won't knuckle under here.
In fact, this review is genuinely ignorant, or simply brazen. It is a puzzle
partly explained by the mass media that make this kind of thinking so
dominant, even in newsprint like that of the Times whose research resources
should have long since produced something more helpful for the public than
this kind of grandstanding.
As to Janet Browne's book, which I have not yet read, it sounds like a most
fascinating work in any case, but one can only regret that a lifetime of work
will forever stand marred by the false education and domineering dogmatism so
obviously being promoted in this review.
The public needs to recall the moment of the appearance of Darwin's book and
theory, recall the clear sense of the rightness of evolution and the problem
with the theory that many had, and note the way this simple fact sticks in
the craw of current Darwinists to this day, because they are beset the
reality of their weak position, in the context of their very strong claims.
This type of browbeating is or should be transparent.
The results are by no means the science that is claimed, and the public must
at this point fend for itself.
'Charles Darwin': The Scientist Was Celebrated, His Work Dismissed
By JOHN TOOBY
Charles Darwin's ''Origin of Species'' landed among the other new books of
1859 -- ''A Tale of Two Cities,'' ''Adam Bede,'' ''Idylls of the King'' and
Samuel Smiles's ''Self-Help'' -- as an unlikely best seller, agreeably
scandalous because its full meaning was only hinted at by its cautious
author. Most readers were less interested in its science than in its air of
emancipation. Although Lord Palmerston claimed that ''every class of society
accepts with cheerfulness the lot which Providence has assigned to it,'' a
restless, upwardly mobile reading public was willing to consider rival
Providences that were less enamored of a static social hierarchy.Even
scientists debating Darwinism appeared less driven by the scientific issues
than by broader commitments. Thomas Henry Huxley exulted that ''The Origin''
was a ''veritable Whitworth gun in the armory of liberalism,'' and though
unconvinced about natural selection, proceeded to position himself as
''Darwin's bulldog.'' Huxley was no aberration. Darwin succeeded in
persuading only one of his close scientific allies, the botanist Joseph
Hooker, that selection was the chief engine of evolution.Indeed, a central
mystery surrounding Darwin is how his reputation floated free of the
rejection of his core ideas. For many years before his death, he was seen as
Britain's foremost scientist, and he became his era's premier example of the
scientist as celebrity. When he died in 1882, he was buried in Westminster
Abbey, close to Newton. He was viewed, The Pall Mall Gazette said, as the
''greatest Englishman since Newton,'' the Times adding that no one had
''wielded a power over men and their intelligences more complete.'' But while
Darwin levitated, Darwinism fell into scientific disrepute, eclipsed,
incredibly, by feeble rivals, from a resuscitated Lamarckianism to
teleological doctrines of predetermined progress. Even Alfred Russel Wallace,
the co-discoverer of natural selection, retreated into spiritualism,
declaring that natural selection could not account for humanity's
intellectual and moral abilities.In the concluding volume of her magisterial
biography, Janet Browne tells the story of these paradoxical decades, from
1858, when Darwin was preparing ''The Origin'' for publication, through the
furious public debates to his death 24 years later. No scientist's life was
more exhaustively documented than Darwin's: there were the family journals,
research notebooks, account books in which Darwin compulsively entered every
expenditure, and countless observations by his contemporaries -- the
discharge of a belletristic age. Most of all, there were letters. Browne, an
editor of Darwin's correspondence, estimates that he wrote as many as 1,500
letters a year.A noted historian of science, Browne fashions these materials
into a consuming portrait not only of Darwin but of Victorian civilization.
This biography is matchless in detail and compass, and one feels an abiding
gratitude that Browne was willing to sacrifice so many years of her life to
reconstruct Darwin's. A democracy of days, her book is weighted more by
private moments and daily occupations than by rare dramatic turning points --
a biography nearer in structure to how we experience our lives than to how we
tell them.Along the way, Browne provides memorable glimpses of scores of
figures and institutions, including the postal system (''the pre-eminent
collective enterprise of the Victorian period''), a publishing scene
dominated by subscription-based lending libraries, the world of water cures
and fashionable maladies, and the fad of cartes de visite at the dawn of
celebrity photography. Eminences like Ruskin, Carlyle, Tennyson, Disraeli,
George Eliot and Annie Besant make appearances. Prince Albert reveals a taste
for mischief, appointing Huxley and Bishop Samuel Wilberforce (opponents in a
famous debate on Darwin's theory) joint vice presidents of the Zoological
Society.But as Browne's high-resolution resurrection of Darwin's world
proceeds, the enigmas of his life become more baffling, not less: why did his
scientific peers and countrymen reject Darwinism while honoring Darwin as
their greatest scientist? What allowed him to produce a series of scientific
syntheses so far ahead of their time, and so at odds with the rest of his
culture, that for almost a century the scientific community proved incapable
of following the road map he left?To understand this response, it is
necessary to appreciate the dislocating sweep of Darwin's achievement. The
discovery of natural selection, the austere logic of reproducing systems, was
only Darwin's first step. He used this new logic to span three seemingly
unbridgeable metaphysical chasms. He showed how selection united the
nonliving and the living, the nonhuman and the human, and the physical and
the mental into a single fabric of intelligible material causation. If one
could accept the price, the prize was a principled explanation for the
history and design of all life. Unacceptably, this included the architecture
of the human mind, all that now remained of the soul: our cherished mental
life was a naturally selected product of organized matter, just one
downstream consequence of the uncaring immensities of time and chance. The
mind with its moral sense was taken out of the authoritative domain of
clerics and philosophers. For Darwin, the responsibility for its
investigation would be in the hands of evolutionary psychologists, of which
he was the first. As readers could see from his books ''The Descent of Man''
and ''The Expression of the Emotions,'' there would be no prior guarantee
that their findings would respect what society held sacrosanct.Although many
Victorians welcomed the discrediting of a static Genesis creation, they still
demanded a universe in which their values, ideologies and identities were
ratified by some cosmic sanction. For Marxists and capitalists, anarchists
and imperialists, Christians and freethinkers alike, humans were to be the
summit, the goal around which the world is organized and toward which life
and history progress. Despite many attempts, no compromise was possible
between this need for ideological affirmation and the logic of Darwin's
worldview. As he explained, in a world governed by physics and selection,
humans are a ''chance,'' like other life forms ''a mechanical invention'';
there is no ''necessary progression,'' so it ''is absurd to talk of one
animal being higher than another.'' Most disturbing was his recognition that
because natural selection gave a contingent, materialist explanation for the
existence of the moral capacity, it removed any divine or cosmic endorsement
of its products. In a darkly funny passage in ''The Descent of Man,'' Darwin
wrote that if humans had the same reproductive biology as bees, ''there can
hardly be a doubt that our unmarried females would, like the worker bees,
think it a sacred duty to kill their brothers, and mothers would strive to
kill their fertile daughters.''As Browne shows, Darwin had unshakable moral
commitments -- he was fiercely antislavery, furious that Lincoln's war aims
did not center on abolition, enraged by cruelty to animals, politically
liberal and radical. But virtually alone in his time, he did not seek to
validate his commitments by appeal to nature, God or science. Darwinism was
not a doctrine of the strong celebrating the rightness of their power over
the weak. Chronically ill, anguished by the deaths of three dearly loved
children, haunted by the possibility that he might have transmitted some
hereditary vulnerability to his remaining children, Darwin was achingly aware
of ''the clumsy, wasteful, blundering, low and horridly cruel works of
nature.'' ''My God,'' he wrote to his friend Hooker, ''how I long for my
stomach's sake to wash my hands of it.''Emerging out of the fertile detail in
Browne's book, it is this aspect of Darwin's character that suggests answers.
Darwin went farther than his contemporaries because he was less bound by the
compulsion to make the universe conform to his predilections. While others
rapidly turned aside, his stoicism in the face of bitter imaginative vistas
allowed him to persevere along logical paths to some of the coldest places
human thought has ever reached. In a eulogy, Huxley identified the ''intense
and almost passionate honesty by which all his thoughts . . . were
irradiated.'' It was this quality that won the admiration, but not the
agreement, of his colleagues and of his nation. The will to know must have
been singularly unbending in a man for whom even God's banishment or death
was incidental to finding the truth about finch beaks, barnacle mating and
primate laughter.John Tooby's book ''Universal Minds'' (with Leda Cosmides)
is due out this winter. He is co-director of the Center for Evolutionary
Psychology at the University of California, Santa Barbara.
John Landon
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